Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.